We turn not older with years, but newer every day.
Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit, — Life!
Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!
My friends are my estate.
What are you reading now? I have little time to read when I am here, but while at home I had a feast in the reading line, I can assure you...Am not I a pendant for telling you what I have been reading?
I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away.